fanofzoo said:citay said:CDAGRIZ said:Some interesting points. Good topic. The only thing I have to add is, for me, football is always the main source of pride/disappointment/discussion. Not just at UM, but in general. Around any office, you have alums from different schools talking about how one another's football teams are doing that season. Not so much during CBB season. I'm not sure, but I think it's due to the fact that it coincides with the start of the school year and attending games was our "intro" to college life, school pride, etc. It's just something about the fall air, the start of a new school year, and the feeling that anything can happen. Many of us never really grow out of that particular aspect of that time in our lives; and that's a good thing.
Conversely, while I honestly love basketball and like to think I know much more about it than FB, I think it suffers from timing. Overlapping slightly with FB, getting into the swing of things when it's dark and cold by 4:30 p.m., finals, and winter break, all hurt the atmosphere; even for alums for some reason. It's absolutely awesome to see the recent rise of UM hoops, and I believe the sky is the limit. I'm just trying to say I hope UM sports never become like Kansas or some of the Northeast basketball schools where FB is such an afterthought. One great thing about CBB is that it's easy to watch for those of us who work or have other obligations. Two hours and done. FB is more of a production, even when I watch on TV.
EDIT: Could not have chosen more unfortunate wording if I tried in the bold. Not the conference . . .
Hey, that was a great post, and this is a good discussion.
As you say, timing is everything. College football arrives right at the end of the summer doldrums, when the baseball season has been going on for five months, and you're eager for a new sports fix. Not to mention the pageantry of college football, the roar of the huge crowds, the evocative nostalgic feelings toward your alma mater, and the (usually) friendly, good-natured rivalries with your sports buddies. I not only get it, I feel it.
My love of basketball goes back to when I was a kid, and played on our church-league basketball team. I can still smell those old ratty church gyms, and remember the proud glances from my father if I scored a basket--few and far between! And of course, I lived through the heyday of Montana basketball, starting with the Jud Heathcote era.
Today, two of my best buddies and life-long friends are basketball buffs. One is a true-blue Carolina buff, often insufferably so.The other is 6'11", played at Drake and then professionally for a team in Paris, where he met the love of his life and settled down. In fact, we just met two months ago at Cafe Deux Magots, where he looked like the Eiffel Tower walking in. The place was jammed elbow to elbow, table to table when we sat down, but after an hour of talking basketball, loudly and excitedly I might add, I couldn't help noticing empty tables all around us. Both these friends know basketball, follow it avidly, and are well aware of how well Montana is doing.
But back to the Griz, to football. Yes, I'm glad the merchants in Missoula benefit from Montana's football team, but that's hardly a rallying cry for a Griz alum living a thousand miles away. The reason we can't draw better teams is that we don't play in a better conference: Water seeks its own level. And so that's probably what this all comes down to, more bitching about the Big Sky conference. Anyway, the conversation in the middle was most enjoyable.
Citay did you ever play pick up ball at the old mens gym ? (back when)
Oh, yeah! Well, I guess that's the end of that conversation.